“Do you want the whole tour?” Logan’s laugh, filtered through the crackling of the coms, carried through her headset and shot straight into her heart. “Not necessary.” “You’ve only heard it—what?—a dozen times.” “About that.” The flight was smooth, seamless. It felt good, right, to be up here, in the clouds. Thank goodness Enli had gone home—he’d hovered and smothered until they got her father settled into Jolie’s loft apartment, loaned to them while the heiress was in New York on a bridal shopping trip. More power to her. Deline would go simple and quickly down the altar. Squirts of warmth darted through her stomach. Wedding? Since when? She’d vowed not to get married while Daddy was still alive. And she’d nearly lost Daddy with that fire. Who …? “Did you hear anything else about the fire?” she asked Logan as she stared down at the five thousand feet of relief surrounding the glacier. So gorgeous. So amazing. God’s country. How about they go a little higher?
